July 9, 2012: Tenedos Bay to Cassel Falls, Teakerne Arm
Our sailboat, viewed from the Cassel Falls trail
We decided to check out the trail to Melanie Cove a couple told us about when we frolicked at Unwin Lake. After 1 ½ hours along a trail that felt more like scramble than a hike, we decided in the interest of a lack of health insurance (unless something that costs over $2,200 happens before our 2-month option to implement Cobra coverage from Boeing prompts it – medical care outside North America is wayyyyyy cheaper), it was a good idea to turn around. Besides, we had no idea how much longer until we got to Melanie Cove, and we were ready to move on though we couldn’t resist rinsing our sweaty bodies one last time in Unwin Lake’s fresh water.
On the way back, we passed a family wading past rather than crossing over the trail’s log bridge, carrying their fluffy white dog, encased, ironically enough, in an “Outward Bound” jacket (sorry no photo!). I can’t deny feeling a little smug, as I did cross the log bridge, even though I did so, as I usually do, with great trepidation. Wayne, on the on the other hand (or would that be … foot?), walks across them as easily as he would a nicely groomed dirt trail. He says I lack confidence; in this case, his is correct.
Meanwhile, another warm freshwater lake was calling our name…. Cassel Lake, above Cassel Falls, in Teakern Arm. So we set sail.
Log bridges … the bane of NW trails… this one’s on the Cassel Falls trail.
At Teakern Arm, our decided lack of fondness for stern ties continued. This time Wayne was the “dinghy dummy,” stressing out while our boat careened far too close to the powerboat next to ours. I drove forward rather than to the side, which would have more effectively swung me away from the neighboring power boaters. The power boater had the additional advantage of several folks to get them squared away, a motored dinghy, and a convenient ring from a nearby rock to stern tie to. Wayne was hot, sweaty and cranky. I was less than charmed by Wayne’s crankiness, even if it was justified. We were not at our best.
Wayne’s mood was not improved in encountering our neighbor’s dinghy blocking the majority of the dock at the trailhead to Cassel Falls. It was spawled on top of rather than alongside the dock, and tied multiple times to the cleat, rendering it unusable for anyone else without their untying and retying (which we did with a neighboring sailing couple – a more productive approach than my urge to deflate their dinghy). It did not help that Wayne fell, hard, while we were trying to find a way to tie our dinghy to the dock.
The hike to Cassel Lake relatively short and sweet. Like most NW trails it seems, it would not be complete without crossing a log bridge. Ropes made any areas that were a bit of scramble, pretty easy. A congenial group of folks converged at the lake’s swim spot. Fortunately, camisoles and coordinating undies make a publicly acceptable makeshift swimsuit.
Cassel Lake makeshift swimsuit
Rope at Cassel Lake made it safe to come up its slippery side after swimming.
When we got back from our hike to Cassel Falls and swim in Cassel Lake, the power boaters were gone. Despite the swim, still took us a while to “cool off.” It takes creativity and extra effort to give your sailmate their space on a 27’ sailboat… climbing out of hatches rather than passing each other in the cabin.
Teakern Arm dinghy dock… AFTER our hike.
Despite these tense times, I appreciate our mutual ability to talk it out — eventually. I’d much rather fight (once in a while) and resolve our issues, then never fight, but the problems fester. The icing on the cake is we make up really, really well.
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